Another night, and thou among
The spheres of heaven shalt cease to shine
All rayless in the glittering throng
Whose lustre late was quenched in thine.
Yet soon a new and tender light
From out thy darkened orb shall beam,
And broaden till it shines all night
On glistening dew and glimmering stream
From Bryant's "The Waning Moon.
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